Saturday Morning Sketches
Sometimes the hardest thing to explain is the feeling that there is so much more life available.
You notice it in small things.
A conversation that could have gone somewhere, but doesn’t.
An idea that arrives and disappears because there is no one there to pick it up.
A moment that could have become something, but everyone quietly returns to what they were doing.
Nothing is wrong.
And yet something is missing.
Perhaps that is the strange ache of it.
You just want to feel met.
Met in thought.
Met in curiosity.
Met in that invisible place where something catches fire and one person says, yes — I see it too.
There are people who move through life carefully, efficiently, competently.
And then there are those who cannot help but notice what is underneath it all.
The possibility inside a person.
The beauty inside an ordinary moment.
The question nobody has asked yet.
The door that is slightly open.
Perhaps these are the people who can feel alone even in the company of others.
Because what they are looking for cannot be arranged.
It cannot be demanded.
It appears when two people are willing to bring a little more of themselves into the room.
I think children know something about this.
They put a line on paper and somehow it becomes a person.
They draw a heart and it means something.
They write I can do it without needing to justify why.
There is no distance yet between the thought and the expression.
No elaborate explanation.
Just life reaching outward.
Perhaps we spend much of adulthood quietly building that distance.
We become careful.
We become reasonable.
We learn what is expected.
We learn what not to say.
And somewhere in all of that, we can lose the simple impulse to reach towards what we sense.
Maybe this is why certain people feel like a breath of fresh air.
They are simply there.
Something is awake in them.
And when you meet that, you recognise it immediately.
You don’t need to explain yourself.
You don’t need to make the invisible visible.
You can simply begin.
And perhaps that is what we are all really looking for:
not more people around us,
but a few people with whom something can come alive.
